Thirteen
Yesterday was fairly eventful as far as Thursdays go. I found out my friend Matt from NJ and his friend Chris were going to The Weakerthans & Murder By Death so I decided to go with them because I need to start hanging out with straight dudes again to "butch me up". It was unfortunately sold out when we got there, but a few things happened along the way.
I took my first visit to the Garment District and jumped into piles of clothing with Lindsey and Matt. Chris works there so he gave me his discount when I had a t-shirt made; it's hot pink with a black skull & crossbones in the center. Yes, it's awesome.
I also found some cool stuff I might buy to decorate the apartment some more. Our apartment is pretty hip I think; we have a fair balance of thrift store and ikea items and try to be as colorful as possible without having to paint the walls.
Since the show was sold out, I decided to indulge myself in buying the new Rilo Kiley CD. First listening to it, I hated it. But after listening to it 5 times through, I rather like it. My only complaint is "MORE BLAKE NEEDED". Oh poor Blake.
I also heard a wonderful rumor that's being spread around about me back home. Apparently, I'm a rapist who gets boys drunk and rapes them. Thanks Brett, you're a real man. This is being spread around by one of Brett's friends, Fil. Who was friends with the first guy I ever dated. Who I found out yesterday is now an environmental terrorist overseas and can't fly back into the U.S. Oh and he's "straight" now. But back on track.
This is what I can only guess what happened: News got back to Brett's friends about what happened to us this summer, Brett denied it and probably said, "I was really drunk and didn't know what was going on", Fil and other morons assume that means I must've forced him to drink and took advantage of him.
-I asked Brett about 1000 times during it if "This is what [he] wanted".
-You're never too drunk to know your best friend's gender.
-Your hand down someone's pants isn't exactly something that can be forced.
-No offense to Brett, but if I was so desperate to fuck that I'd rape someone, I'd rape someone a lot hotter and who's less sloppy of a kisser.
-Brett is a fucking pansy and when I come home for Thanksgiving rest assured Fil will have his ass kicked by a "FAG ARMY".
In unrelated news, I'm going to stop being a pussy and get my lip pierced this weekend, someone please force me into drinking and doing it.
I took my first visit to the Garment District and jumped into piles of clothing with Lindsey and Matt. Chris works there so he gave me his discount when I had a t-shirt made; it's hot pink with a black skull & crossbones in the center. Yes, it's awesome.
I also found some cool stuff I might buy to decorate the apartment some more. Our apartment is pretty hip I think; we have a fair balance of thrift store and ikea items and try to be as colorful as possible without having to paint the walls.
Since the show was sold out, I decided to indulge myself in buying the new Rilo Kiley CD. First listening to it, I hated it. But after listening to it 5 times through, I rather like it. My only complaint is "MORE BLAKE NEEDED". Oh poor Blake.
I also heard a wonderful rumor that's being spread around about me back home. Apparently, I'm a rapist who gets boys drunk and rapes them. Thanks Brett, you're a real man. This is being spread around by one of Brett's friends, Fil. Who was friends with the first guy I ever dated. Who I found out yesterday is now an environmental terrorist overseas and can't fly back into the U.S. Oh and he's "straight" now. But back on track.
This is what I can only guess what happened: News got back to Brett's friends about what happened to us this summer, Brett denied it and probably said, "I was really drunk and didn't know what was going on", Fil and other morons assume that means I must've forced him to drink and took advantage of him.
-I asked Brett about 1000 times during it if "This is what [he] wanted".
-You're never too drunk to know your best friend's gender.
-Your hand down someone's pants isn't exactly something that can be forced.
-No offense to Brett, but if I was so desperate to fuck that I'd rape someone, I'd rape someone a lot hotter and who's less sloppy of a kisser.
-Brett is a fucking pansy and when I come home for Thanksgiving rest assured Fil will have his ass kicked by a "FAG ARMY".
In unrelated news, I'm going to stop being a pussy and get my lip pierced this weekend, someone please force me into drinking and doing it.